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The  Exodus. 
Conf  Pam  12mo  #1 


SHu  (tote, 

11  For  the  Lord  had  made  the  host  of  the  Syrians  to  hear 
a  noise  of  chariots,  and  a  nois:-  of  horses,  eve:)  the  noise  of  a 
great  host.  Wherefore  they  arose  and  fled  in  the  twilight,  and 
left  the  camp  as  it  was,  and  fled  for  their  life.  And  they  went 
after  them  into  Jordan  :  and,  lo  !  all  the  way  was  full  of  gar- 
ments and  vessels  which  the  Syrians  had  cast  away  in  their 
haste."  2  Kings,  chapt.  7th,  G,  7  and  15  vs. 

"I  will  remove  far  from  you  the  Northern  Army !"  Joel, 
2—20. 

The  Federal  forces  advanced  by  the  Sudley  route,  and  re- 
tired by  the  complete  rout. 

Old  Soldier. 


Ho  !  bright  eyed  maidens  of  the  South,  your  happy  voices  raise, 
And  make  your  timbrels  ring,  with  sounds  of  triumph  and  of  praise; 
'Till  the  note  of  exultation,  in   its  swelling  fullness  pours 
From  fair  Virginia  hills,  along  through  all  our  sunny  shores. 
For  the  God  who  helps  the  righteous  cause,  has  glorified  our  own, 
And  the  horses  and  the  riders  of  our  foes  has  overthrown  ; 
And  the  haughty  hosts  who  lately  marched,  our  dear  land  to  invade, 
We  have  smitten  sore,  and  driven  back,  disordered  and  dismayed. 

They  came  as  the  mara  uding  band,  or  pilfering  robber  comes, 

Their  persons  decked  with  trophies,  torn  from  desolated  homes. 

Before  them  fled  the  citizen,  behind  them  waved  the  flame, 

And  ashes  wrapped  the  memories  of  deeds  of  blackest  shame ; 

Of  spoil,  and  waste,  and  ruin,  wrought  with  rude  unsparing  hand, 

And  with  a  bitterness  before  unknown  in  Christian  land, 

Of  violence  to  young  and  old,  the  living  and  the  dead, 

And  insults  heaped  by  ruffian  tongues  on  woman's  helpless  head. 

Right  pompously  they  marched  along,  in  all  the  pride  of  might,  ' 
Confiding  in  their  numbers  to  overwhelm  us  in  the  fight. 
And  they  looked  upon  our  homesteads  with  a  proud  and  scornful  eye, 
As  their  gleaming  lines,  and  mighty  guus  swept  ominously  by  ; 
And  wanton  women  swelled  the" train  with  equipages  gay, 
And  kid-gloved  gentry  dashed  along  the  worn  and  dusty  way, 
With  viands  rich,  and  costly  wines,  with  which  they  vainly  swore, 
In  the  rebel  camp  to  crown  the/east,  before  the  week  was  o'er. 


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Then  many  a  throbbing  Southern  heart,  with  indignation  fired, 

As  slowly  back  without  a  shir,  before  them  we  retired. 

But  relying  on  our  Nebte  Chief,  brave  Beauregard's  command. 

We  hailed  with  joy  his  order,  now  to  halt  and  make  our  stand. 

Just  where  our  '-little  Jordan  "  by  our  strong  Manassas  runs. 

We  halted  while  on  swept  their  lines,  and  roared  their  mighty  guns, 

They  were  assured  a  single  dash,  would  make  us  madly  fly, 

We  firm  resolved  to  beat  them  hack,  or  gloriously  to  die. 

Then  out  spake  gallant  Longstreet,  to  cheer  his  brave  brigade, 
"  Boys,  never  be  it  said,  you  are  of  that  base  horde  afraid," 
And  where  the  storm  of  battle  in  its  fiercest  fury  burst, 
With  cool  intrepid  steps  he  took  Virginia's  glorious  "First," 
While  fearless  Corse  her  "  Seventeeth,"  with  daring  valor  led, 
Where  at  each  step  there  sank  to  earth,  the  wounded  and  the  dead  ; 
And  with  steady  fire,  and  bayonets  keen,  they  drove  the  hireling  back, 
All  save  the  mangled  forms  that  lay  along  their  fatal  track. 

Yet  caring  not  to  seek  for  them,  they  hastily  withdrew, 
And  waited  for  their  whole  great  force,  the  battle  to  renew. 
For  two  long  days  thatforce  moved  on,  and  closely  hemmed  us  round, 
Till  all  the  heights  that  faced  our  lines  with  bristling  batteries  frowned, 
And  now  the  Lord's  day  has  arrived.     There  ushers  in  the  morn 
No  Sabbath  bells,   but  the  rolling  drums,  the  boldly  pealing  horn  ; 
While  on  our  right  and  centre,  dgwn  the  beleagued  Run, 
The  steady  roar  of  cannon,  tells  the  great  fight  is  begun  ! 

Now  while  Ave  waited  anxiously  to  meet  them  face  to  face, 
And  every  eager  soldier  stood  expectant  in  his  place  ; 
Lo  !  yonder  moves  a  mighty  horde,  fierce  gleaming,  rank  on  rank, 
And  batteries  mounting  all  the  hills  upon  our  leftward  flank  ! 
"  Advance  to  meet  them  Evans — ho  !  Jackson,   man  your  post!" 
"  And  lead  your  men  heroic  Bee,  against  the  attacking  host !' ' 
"Be  ready,  Sloan,  and  ready  hold  your  brave  battalion  Wheal ; 
•'And  when  you  meettho,  invading  herd,  give  them  reception  meet !" 

They  needed  but  the  signal — then  uprose  the  Southern  ire, 

Regardless  of  the  storm  of  shells,  the  muskets  deadly  fire; 

On,  with  a  shout  defiant,   to  the  battle's  hottest  front, 

Leaped  "Tiger"  fierce,   and  "Georgian"  bold,   zealous  to  bear  the 

brunt; 
And  the  men  of  Mississippi,  Alabama,  Tennessee, 
With  the  noble  sons  of  Maryland,  each  eager  first  to  be, 
While  gallant  Carolinians,  with  Virginia's  heroes  vied, 
Who  for  their  homes  should  furl  her  est  wade  in  slaughter's  swelling  tide. 

There's  need,  there's  need  brave  Southerns,  urge  all  themightye  can, 
For  all  the  tyrant's  choicest  power,  gleams  in  yon  flaming  van  ; 
And  in  the  mighty  column  sweeping  on  you  o'er  the  plain, 
Blooms  the  flower  of  Northern  chivalry,  from  Michigan  to  Maine. 


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There  s  Sherman's  famous  pieces  howl,  there's  Griffin's  battery  roars, 
And  from  many  a  fearful  rifled  gun,  the  fatal  torrent  pours. 
There  move  their  trusted  "  Regulars"  with  firm  unbroken  tread, 
With  the  gentle  souls  who  volunteered  their  brother's  blood  to  shed. 

On  swept  their  thronging  thousands,  yet  our  little  band  still  stood 
Disputing  inch  by  inch  the  soil  all  reeking  with  their  blood, 
Oh  !  who  can  name  the  noble  deeds  by  those  true  martyrs  done 
Who  toiled  beneath  that  storm  of  shot,  that  sorely  smiting  sun; 
There  reckless  valor  plunged  where'er  the  death  waves  wildly  surged, 
And  on  the  gleaming  bayonet's  point,  their  bleeding  bodies  urged  : 
Yet  slowly,  desperately  back,  by  heavy  blow  on  blow, 
Their  remnants  now  are  beaten  by  the  overpowering  foe. 

"Oh,  hold  your  own  awhile  brave  hearts,  if  yet  they  are  but  stayed, 
My  own,  my  chosen  lads,  are  swiftly  marching  to  your  aid  ;" 
T'was  glorious  Johnston  spoke  the  words,  and  then  himself  upraised 
That  flag,  which  warmed  with  vigor  fresh,  each  eye  that  on  it  gazed: 
And  all  along  the  exhausted  lines,  new  strength  returned  again, 
And  again  their  ready  hearts  were  bared  before  the  leaden  rain  ; 
While  from  the  dust  in  which  they'd  sunk,  the  ready  cannoneers 
Leaped  to  one  effort  more,  and  manned  their  guns  with  feeble  cheers! 

Oh  !  wild  and  deadly  was  the  work,  fearful  the  havoc  then, 

While  to  stay  the  dreadful  battle  storm,  toiled  those  devoted  men, 

There  Hampton  kept  his  legion,  though  by  powers  of  death  assailed, 

Yet  not  one  doomed  hero  fled,  not  oue  high  spirit  quailed. 

There  valorous  Bartow  sank,  yet  firm  his  little  Georgian  band 

Held  by  his  brave  example,  like  a  wall  of  granite  stand. 

There  down  went  Wheat,  and  dashing  Bee,  where  rained  the  shot  and 

shell, 
A  nd  Johnson  bold,  and  Fisher  true,  and  daring  Thomas  fell. 

Oh  !  God  !  look  down  upon  us  now,   strengthen  each  straining  nerve" 
For  while  we  faint  with  toil  severe,  on  moves  their  strong  reserve; 
"Ho!    Preston,    stop   that  storm  of  shot,   that  Sherman's    battery 

showers !" 
He  hears — one  bold  terrific  dash,  and  the  dreaded  guns  are  ours. 
Now,  for  one  check  upon  their  line  to  break  the  onset's  force  ; 
"  Come,  Carter,  on  them  !  spur  again  your  fiery  nettled  horse  !" 
Out-spring  the  <lashing  Loudoun  lads,  down,  down  the  foremost  go, 
But  the  splendid  charge  is  mile,  and  checked  the  fast  advancing  foe. 

"  Hurrah  !  our  friends  are  coming,  hold  them  one  moment  still, 
"  Till  Elzey  with  his  daring  boys  shall  reach  your  fire-wrapt  hill  ; 
"On  Allen,  on  their  frighted  lines,  your  hearty  volleys  pour, 
"  Strike  home,  ye  men  of  Maryland,  as  ve  think  of  Baltimore  ! 


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"  Bring  up  your  gallant  regiments,  oh  chivalric  Kershaw, 

"And  throw  them  to  the  front,  with  wild,  impetuous  hurrah  ! 

,;  While  Kemper,  on  their  faltering  Hank,  the  captured  cannon  train?. 

"And  cooly  smiles,  as  on  their  front  (lie  leaden  tempest  Tains." 

And  now  along  our  rear,  a  shout  loud  and  exultant  pealed, 

And  our  President,  our  Hero  Chief,  is  with  us  on  the  field  ! 

Oh  !  when  we  looked  on  his  brave  form,  we  fought  with  fiercer  might, 

While  the  foe's  lt  Grand  Army' '  desperate  strove  to  save  the  doubtful 

fight. 
But  who  can  fight  as  those  who  strive  for  their  own  native  land  ? 
Can  hireling  hosts  'gainst  freemen  for  their  homes  contending  stand? 
No,  stunned  by  our  determined  charge,  their  ranks  asunder  riven, 
At  length  in  wild  confusion  back  o'er  all  the  hills  they're  driven. 

"Now,  on  them  with  your  horsemen,  Stewart  I"   the  Southern  steed 

out  bounds ; 
And  with  the  ponderous  onset  all  the  shaken  field  resounds  ; 
Right  at  their  head,  bold  Wickham  rides,  and  on  and  on  they  dash, 
"With  rousing  shout,  and  pistols'  ring,  and  sabres'  deadly  clash  ; 
On  over  bristling  bayonets,  o'er  gun  and  carriage  on, 
'Till  in  a  wild  disgraceful  rout,  that  fearful  day  was  done. 
'Till  the  foe  were  flying  like  the  leaves,  when  rage  the  whirl-winds 

powers, 
And  we  knelt  in  grateful  praise,  and  knew,  that  the  Lord's  day  was  ours! 

Go  ye,  who  came  in  pride  and  pomp  our  free  hearts  to  subdue, 
And  if  the  truth  your  tongues  will  touch,  tell  ye  your  story  true, 
Tell  in  what  arrogance,  and  might,  ye  boastfully  came  forth, 
With  the  mighty  force  the  chosen  power  of  all  the  vaunted  North  ! 
Tell  how  the  Southren  heroes  fought  on  red  Manassas'  plain, 
And  even  when  they  could  but  die,  to  yield  them  did  disdain, 
And  how  when  none  pursued,  ye  threw  away  your  arms  and  fled, 
No-  staid  to  help  your  wounded,  nor  returned  to  seek  your  dead. 

And  Northern  maids  whose  eyes  are  red,  matrons  who  wildly  weep, 
For  those  who  on  that  bloody  Held  in  graves  dishonored  sleep  ; 
Struck  down  as  by  decree  of  heaven,  upon  the  invaded  sod, 
Oh  !  show  if  there  ye  solace  seek — your  friends  the  Hook  of  God  ! 
Read  them  the  song  that  Miriam  sang,  that  now  our  maidens  sing, 
At  the  nations  strange  deliverance  from  this  latter  tyrant  King, 
And  teach  them  by  this  Exodus,  how  we  will  still  o'erthrow, 
If  from  "  the  house  of  bondage,"  yet,  they  xoill  not  let  ws  go. 


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